I'm glad you have friends. Mine either moved away or died last year. I often wonder now, when I die, how long it will take for the odor of my rotting corpse to alert my nearest neighbors. I too am okay with my aloneness, but sometimes I wonder how it's come to this. I too have had to pay a medical car service to pick me up after a colonoscopy. I too was saddened, while on the gurney, that after all my years on the planet, there's no one to care. On the other hand, thanks to the enemas and slime I had to drink for the prep, once returning to the quiet of my solitude, I no longer gave a shit.

Sorry, I had to say that. My twisted humor may explain why I have no one.